My bff confided in me one day about one of her worries. She told me about how, in the middle of the night, she would keep hearing whispers in her bedroom. These whispers would repeat the same number over and over, but each night the number would become one lower.
A few weeks later, on a Tuesday my friend told me that the numbers were getting lower and lower. It was due to be the number 7 that night. My friend had no idea what those whispers were counting down to, but she told of how anxious she had been feeling ever since the whispers started several months ago.
It's a Wednesday today. My friend isn't in school. She didn't tell me that she was going to be absent. And then I realised. Last night, the voices would have been whispering the number zero.
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